The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

The Burning Beer Of Pleasure.

Because I know my thoughts can scare,
I know everything I say may seem stupid,
But what it is when everything has a meaning and you do it and say it without asking for anything in return.

The return of my auto-nailed horns of porn.

Because without her dating me, I nailed them to myself,
Because you look for pleasure all the time to replace your suffering,
It only lasts a while, the self-pleasure you give to yourself.

Because I know that I don't want to abandon you,
But I'm not living anymore,
Obviously I'm thinking about myself, everyone around me says the same thing you think, stop being on, on purpose,
I barely know why I continue, do I want more?

And a simple chat talks about a simple topic such as a high school project,
It may be important if it is with a person with whom you rarely speak,
As long as that makes you walk towards the good objective, as long as you continue on the subject,
And I say, as long as that is called love, it will not be weak.

Today I have so many things to think about...

Be happy, love and let yourself be loved,
But if she does not love you, don't give more love than you can give,
Just leave her, in your group of memories, and maintain the possibility of bein' with her,
Someday, some life...